Kilroy Was Here

At the end of the day, don’t we all want to feel that we mattered? That we were here and left some trace of ourselves to live on beyond our mortality? Sometimes we do that in big ways, leaving behind 41 Symphonies or 20 memorable novels or sometimes in small ways, like passing on your honey cake recipe that your descendants will make and think of you while mixing the flour. 

There are probably some 100 plus teachers that have passed through my school and things often come up that remind me of them. Yesterday, I spoke out loud the name “Isaac.” He was a maintenance person who worked with us for just a year or so. I enjoyed our brief morning greetings and found him pleasant to work with and interesting to talk to. One of the things he did was made arrows next to all the door locks to be clear about how to lock the door. Entering the bathroom the other day, I noticed the arrow, flipped the lock and said his name out loud. It was a strange way to leave a little piece of yourself behind, but it worked.

Thanks, Isaac! Hope you’re well.